The Damned and Deranged ⇝ Luke Hemmings ✔️

chapter thirty-five *

This is long pls comment and vote i love this one

Warning: death and gore

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The basement Luke was being held in was dark and cold, the walls were wet and dirty, covered in moss. Luke whimpered as the chains around his wrists and ankles rubbed against his skin, he sobbed at the pain. His head fell back against the wall, tears streaming down his face.

He was only dressed in his boxers, his body scratched and dirty from the basement. He was alone in the space, until he heard footsteps above him, he knew he was under a house because the past few days he'd heard people walking above him, but the current footsteps came towards the entrance of the basement, before light flooded inside the small room. The light blocked out the person coming down the stairs but when Luke's eyes adjusted he saw Georgia, the small kid, her hair tied up in to two tight buns.

She had a plate and glass in her hands, she came towards Luke and placed them on the floor. Luke sobbed at the sight of her, "oh my god." Luke breathed, "I killed your mother."

Georgia gave Luke a soft smile, "it's okay, she wasn't a very nice lady, she did a lot of bad things." She flattened down her yellow dress, "I have my dad still and he's human, he never really liked the witches plans." and then she left the basement again.

Luke didn't know how long he was down there, it must have been days, with only Georgia bringing him food and water. By the time an adult came down the stairs Luke felt dizzy and nauseas, his vision was blurred, as he was grabbed by two peoples and hauled up the stairs, one murmuring how this kid couldn't be their new leader.

Luke tried to lift his head and look around at his surroundings, all he could tell was that the house he was in was old and abandoned looking, but it was full of people wearing robes, he reminded him of every knock off witch film, or cults.

Luke was finally put down and felt a hard splintered wood flooring beneath his hands, his vision still blurred, "oh my god," he breathed, "where am I?"

Luke gasped as someone grabbed a fistful of his curls, yanking his head up, there was the sound of chanting consuming him as a sharp blade was pressed to his neck and sliced, then the sound of his blood hitting something metallic, Luke moaned in pain before he felt the cut healing on its own.

"People!" Luke heard a voice yell out to everyone, Luke blinked rapidly and his vision cleared, seeing a black woman with her arms spread wide wad speaking to the hundreds of witches, the crowd was so big that Luke was on a small make shift stage and the crowd went around them and outside the building, candles lighting up the area.

"We are here to start anew! With Luke being our new leader for the next year we will have our powers replenished!" Everyone cheered, "everyone let's gather, hold hands and pray! Chant with me!"

Luke didn't understand the words everyone started the chant as the woman beside him poured something in to the bowl of Luke's blood, before she tipped his head back, "drink boy." She said, before forcing the blood down his throat.

Luke coughed and spluttered, but swallowed before his vision went again, "please." Luke whimpered, wiping at his mouth, smearing the blood across his cheek. Luke's arm felt heavy and weak at the same time, making him sway, his body collapsing, he felt his throat go dry, each breath a wheeze. His mind went to Reece and where he was, hoping he was looking for Luke and that he'd be here soon, Reece found him once before, he'd find Luke again.

Luke felt his whole body go weak, and then the chanting got loaded and it felt like his chest was inflating and that he was going to explode at being so full. His body started to raise in to the air, like an angelic aura surrounding him.